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“Think we should give this pretty little pussy what it’s craving?” His voice is low and raspy as he drags a single finger through my slit, not quite giving me what I need.

My body shudders with desperation, trying to sink onto his teasing digit for more. He quickly removes it and before I can groan in frustration, I hear the distinctive smack of his hand. Only this time, the pain doesn’t erupt on my ass—it starts in my clit and explodes through my core.

I whine around his shaft, trying to process the opposing sensations of bliss and agony. The tension at the base of my spine is at an all time high, and even though the smack was jarring, it didn’t really hurt—it brought me dangerously close to that edge I’ve been chasing all night.

“I think you liked that correction a little too much,” Walker chides, returning his fingers to my entrance. “Are you going to answer my question? Or do you want to see what I can come up with next? I’ll warn you—it might not feel as good.”

Like a trained dog, my fingers squeeze his thigh once. I hope he understands that my response is to his earlier question, not baiting him for more punishment exploration.

I’ve always been aroused by blow jobs, but this is so much more. It’s both mental and physical, a glorious test of submission and patience—two things I’m notoriously horrible at. But clearly I love a challenge because my body is climbing faster than ever before, and I’m slightly terrified of what’s going to happen once he finally gives me what I need.

“Atta girl,” he purrs, slipping the tips of two fingers inside my pussy. “Make sure you keep those lips wrapped nice and tight around me. My cock is going to plug your screams the first time you come for me.”

His fingers slide deep into my sex, opening me up for him. It feels like an itch that’s finally being scratched, and I can feel myself clench around him as he slowly pumps in and out, testing to see how well I take the initial intrusion.

I nearly choke on my moan when he scissors his fingers, sweeping them along my inner walls. But he twists his wrist and continues pumping, his thumb brushing and teasing my clit. I tighten my lips around his cock, trying to suck him down even though my head remains in place. Having him fill my mouth is oddly comforting, like it’s taking the pressure away from the orgasm I’m rapidly approaching.

He must notice because a pained sound comes from above me.

“Fuckkkk,” he groans, fisting my hair. “That tight little pussy wants to come so bad. Go on then. Give it to me. Come with my fat cock in your mouth.”

As soon as his fingers curl against that sensitive inner wall that I’ve never been able to quite hit myself, I’m done. I fly over the edge of my orgasm, trying to scream through it while my body pulses in pleasure. My hand on Walker’s cock must tighten as I ride out the waves of ecstasy because I hazily notice him tense beneath me.

His fingers continue to work me as I come down from the high, not letting up in the slightest. I try to wiggle away because I feel too sensitive to be able to tolerate more stimulation.

Walker growls. “Give me one more. Soak my hand with your cunt like you were born to be my cockwhore.”

His fingers slide out of me and move to my clit while his thumb presses against my tight hole. My body tenses, naturally resisting the intrusion despite how much I crave it. But the blissful focus on my clit quickly distracts me, coaxing my body toward orgasm once again as the tip of his thumb slips into my ass.

I feel my legs start to shake beneath me as the pleasure builds so fast that I worry I might combust.

“That’s it,” he praises gruffly. “Look at how that tight hole accepts my finger. I think one day I’m going to have you warm my cock with your perfect little asshole instead of your bratty mouth.”

I know it’s not a question but I squeeze his thigh in response.

When I told Walker that I like ass play, I meant in the colloquial sense of the phrase. I enjoy when it’s slapped or grabbed . . . maybe the occasional finger if things get really kinky during a random hookup, but I’ve never actually done any exploration more than that. It’s not because I’m not interested—there’s definitely always been a curiosity—but I never had anyone I trusted enough to experiment with.

Until now.

“Fuckkk, I’m about to blow. Show me you can take it, little devil. Hold my hot cum in your mouth until I tell you to swallow.”

My eyes close as his thumb presses fully into my puckered hole, his fingers coaxing me over the edge. I slam into the brick wall of my orgasm as his thick cock swells and spurts warm liquid along the back of my throat. He grunts as I ease up slightly, lifting my head so that he can fill me up.

Walker tugs on my braid, pulling me off him so abruptly that I struggle to keep all of his cum in my mouth. A mix of fluids begins to drip down my chin, and I feel my eyes widen with embarrassment as he holds me steady, staring at my partially open mouth with rapt fascination.

His fingers slide from my neck to my face, gathering his wet release and smearing it along my lower lip. “My little cumslut looks so pretty with her lips painted. Go ahead and swallow me down now.”

I feel my chest flutter, wanting to please him for some ridiculous reason. Leaning forward, I close my lips around his fingers and follow his command, keeping my eyes trained on his.

Walker’s eyes glow with salacious pride. “I think you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Chapter 18

Walker

“Dr. Chastain. Please come in,” the hospital therapist says. He removes his waspy reading glasses and methodically places them in his lap. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to see you again.”

Me either, buddy.

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